Daryll never had no sense. Both of 'em. And, their sister Daryll ain't no smarter.
I been settin here tryin to figger out what kind er bug that is, crawlin around my shoe. Oh, well.
Gotta mop my face. Getting kinda warm, now. Has anyone here ever flew in one o them big airyplanes? I figger it must be worth about ten dollars to get there from here. Course if you ever been there, you know it ain't no different from here.
Yew know whet they say, don't ya Edgar? Them thare Darylls was allus way too close, iffin' ya know whut ah mean...
Dys, that man I jest can't get over, and I went to Nu Yerk a couple a years ago. Dys was standin' on the front stoop waitin' fer me, when this woman stops and looks at him and sez, "Nice hat." Well, she had on this long coat, some tight fittin' dress, long tall boots wit them high, stille toe heels.
That ol' Dys, he sez, "It's a Stetson, ma'am." She look him up n down and jest walked away. Them Nu Yorkers shore ain't got no manners attall, attall, nosiree.
I ain't never had a stetson bafore. Only ball caps. They's good for swattin down them big red wasps.
pull up your chairs, whilst i commence to sing a song
By a fountain back in Rome I fell in love with you
In a small cafe in Athens You said you loved me too
And it was April in Paris when I first held you close to me
Rome, Georgia, Athens, Texas And Paris, Tennessee
No, we're not the jet set
We're the old Chevro-let set
There's no Riviera
In Festus, Missouri
And you won't find Onassis
In Mullinville, Kansas
No, we're not the jet set
We're the old Chevro-let set
But ain't we got love
No, We're not the jet set
We're the old Chevro-let set
Our steak and martinis
Is draft beer with weenies
Our Bach and Tchaikovsky
Is Haggard and Husky
No, we're not the jet set
We're the old Chevro-let set
But ain't we got love
No, We're not the jet set
We're the old Chevro-let set
The Prine and DeMent set
Ain't the flaming suzette set
Our Bach and Tchaikovsky
Is Haggard and Husky
We're the old Chevro-let set
But ain't we got love
My dogs 'er barkin'.....been on marine-wiring on the new BC Ferry going on 12 hours a day. Lots of double-bubble, if the govment don't get it all first! I quit my job with them aerospace-fly-boy types.......dickweeds.
Marine shows me the respect I deserve. No root beer for me, I'll take a Kokanee, and I'll sit with my crew, the International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers Local 213.
Don't worry, we'll have a look-see at your barn wiring........after we've had a few or so.
ehhhhyup.
Whats this then?
<Inclines head south down t' road>
Those fellers from Canadee and Australer shore do talk funny. They be needin' ta larn proper Inglish.
The International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers Local 213 are settin' up fer lawnmower racing on Edgar's front lawn.....
That's great. My son, Daryll, got a souped up John Deere to put against all comers. The sucker burns through a pasture on its hind wheels all the way.
I will not respond about how to build it...
I will not respond about how to build it...
I will not respond about how to build it...
(wear ear plugs)
RH
I've been to a horse pull. Up in Mancos, Colorado, it was. Gotta' be careful not to make the wrong noise when hooking the team up to the load is all. They think somebody said go when they aren't completely hooked up, you're gonna need earplugs when you hear the hooker scream. Might have to explain a few new words to the kids, too.
It's gettin' too dang rough round hereaparts. Guess I'll go out and shoot us a buncha rattlesnakes fer supper. Do you like em' rare or medium?
I likes my rattlesnake well done. With lots of spices.
I'm leaving the tractor competition to the young bucks these days. Going to be tending my bed of earthworms part of today. Ain't nothin more satisfyin than to dig up a handful of dozens of the little suckers at ever scoop.
thats some true about them worms! We ern havin dandyline greens and poke tonight and junior's settin out the back skinnin a squirrel for stew. Them bitter greens take the gamey taste right out-goes good with my pone and drippins
Squirrel bees goodern anything I ever et, next to a armadiller.
They's on sale, Edgar. Dolla a dilla.
When I was a boy, livin next to Madina lake, we used to knock the dillers in the head, then barbecue them. Boy, Howdy, you ain't never et anything so good.
